Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a gang of people thought
The of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper, new, Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I honest
Can't go with me on this ride
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

Had a couple of dollar signs to my
Roc a y'all
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
give me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so
At I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those twenty eight grams
On a up, tryin' to creep the keys
Large niggaz me park the car, keep the keys
Find a and creep to Mickey D's

gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it
Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who
Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split with my ring finger

You find a that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped us
Shit is constant, why I pack the Johnson and Johnson
For the nonsense who it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I in these streets
From sundown to sunup on

said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll kill you dead"
One week of this hustlin' a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks they came out

Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a long pull, like to breathe
my answer, life's like cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
give me the word